It was all rather silly, really.

I stopped for a photo, and did what almost every motorcyclist has done at least once.

It was gravel. Having stopped, I put my feet down, and my left one slipped and I and the bike fell over. It's just that I caught my wrist awkwardly.

Everyone here in SA is so friendly and helpful.

I've had dozens of offers of meets and beds from bikers all over the place, and the dealer here in Port Elizabeth (Continental Cars) was brilliant.

(Remember pix are here.)

At the tollbooth there were a couple of bikes in front of me. Naturally, a ciggie stop was in order after paying the toll.

"We're going to the Dragon Rally down the road."
"Can I come too, please?"
"'Course you can."

The Old Dear missed her flight connection in Luxemburg (I think she did it deliberately in order to have a bit of a gallivant) so didn't arrive until a week later than scheduled - James Cargo knocked 10% off the bill for the hassle, bless them. Roddy's a good chap (and a biker).

I wish I hadn't sent my Winnie-the-Pooh hot-water bottle home - it's freezing here at night, and there were three inches of snow last week.